An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2661

Chapter 2661

“Call…”

Logan exhaled a long, steadying breath. It was finally over.

This had been his first time facing an opponent of equal realm—an opponent whose strength had forced him to fight at his limit.

And inside that man’s body… there had been something else. Not true energy, not the usual flow of a master’s power, but some strange and alien force he could not name.

But whatever it was, the threat was gone.

Footsteps rustled through the forest.

Grace and the others emerged from the treeline, moving cautiously. When their eyes swept over the scorched earth and blood-red lake, fear flickered openly across their faces.

That clash of thunder and sword-energy had felt, even from afar, like an invisible hand squeezing their hearts.

Up close the ground still smoked, the lake stank of iron, and the air itself carried the aftermath of slaughter.

Grace quickened her pace to Logan’s side. Her voice trembled as she stared at the bloody fragments scattered across the grass.

“Who… who was that man? He could summon heaven’s thunder and wield such terrifying strength.”

She remembered the egret dissolving into a mist of blood and shivered. Without Logan they would already be corpses.

Logan sheathed his sword with a faint click, brows knitting.
“I don’t know exactly who he was. But from his words—and the power he displayed—he was probably the guardian of Fairyharbor Island.”

“Guardian of Fairyharbor Island…” Grace repeated softly, her expression hardening.

This island was far deadlier than any of them had imagined.

They’d already survived a patch of seemingly harmless pink-white petals on the western mudflats whose sweet fragrance had frozen two guards stiff in seconds; only antidote pills had saved their lives.

And last night, the “children’s laughter” from the woods had turned out to be nothing but crying-soul grass mimicking human voices—plants that trapped minds in illusions. Even she had nearly succumbed.

If not for Logan’s vigilance, they would all be dead.

“Fairyharbor Island is unpredictable,” Grace murmured. “We must be far more careful from here on.”

Logan nodded. “This place has just felt a war. The spiritual fluctuations will draw other predators. We can’t stay here. We need to move and find a hidden spot to camp.”

“Mr. Rhys, you’re absolutely right.”

Grace snapped into action, ordering the guards to pack the remaining supplies.

Logan’s gaze drifted northeast. With his divine sense he could feel the faint signatures of Tristan and his group.

Part of why he’d intervened was the surge of power—but part of it was recognition. He had tricked those three out of a fortune before. Seeing them in danger had stirred a flicker of guilt.

Yet he had badly underestimated the handsome man’s strength.

If he had to choose again, he might not meddle.

Within moments Grace and her team had packed and left the lakeside, disappearing into the deepening dusk.

Silence crept back over the shore. The evening breeze stirred a few blood-stained leaves and dropped them beside the scattered remains of the handsome man.

And then—something moved.

Flesh and bone fragments on the ground and floating on the lake began to slide together as though tugged by invisible strings.

First scraps of meat fused. Then bones clicked into place. Even fragments drifting on the lake rode the current to shore and merged with the forming shape.

Moonlight slanted through the treetops, silvering the grotesque rebirth.

Skin sheathed skeleton, organs reformed, tatters of a white robe threaded themselves into a whole garment.

Within half an incense stick’s time, the man Logan had cut through and exploded stood once more on the grass.

But now his face was paper-white, his aura thin and faltering.

The secret method had saved his life but drained nearly all energy and spirit. Ten days at least before he would recover.

And to him, that weakness was humiliation.

“Just wait,” he hissed between clenched teeth, eyes fixed on the distant direction where Logan’s group had gone. “Today’s shame will be tomorrow’s vengeance.”

He rested a moment, murderous intent flashing in his gaze. Then his figure blurred into white light and vanished into the forest’s depths.